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The first thousand four hundred and forty-one chapters come a fierce

"Many times, when creatures are dominated by fate for too long, they will accept their fate, because those who do not accept their fate are actually dead. Lord Sun, including me, now wearing this dress, stand here with you, and then become the so-called saint of the Snow Lotus Sect, which is actually a kind of accepting their fate."

On the second floor of the small inn, a faint voice came from the mouth of the girl Xuelian. Then the former slowly stretched out his white and flawless palm and opened it out hard, wanting to grab the entire sky covered by the starlight barrier. At the same time, Sun Qian's response came from his ears:

"The world is too complicated. I don't believe that there will be people in this world who can really understand it completely. Therefore, if you want to survive and live better in these chaotic worlds like countless threads, you need to find an entry point."

Perhaps the girl in front of me, who is as beautiful as a stunning girl, is born with a mysterious aura of protection, which makes Sun Qian and Sun cockroaches, who are as hard as iron, are willing to speak a few more words:

"The so-called flow of heaven and earth actually has a general trend. When you cannot change the flow of heaven and earth, then there are only two options that can be chosen, follow the trend or go against the trend."

"So I wonder if Mr. Sun, is the little woman going with the flow or going against the trend?"

The girl's questioning sound fell, and a smile appeared under Sun Qian's hood, and the response was then heard:

"As the saying goes, good fortune and good fortune depend on each other. If we can see what God is thinking and where the general trend is going, we will play chess so early, and we will still be these chess pieces that we can't help but do.

"But then again, is it important to follow the trend or go against the trend? It doesn't matter. The sky falls and there are tall people holding on. Therefore, I will give you a piece of advice now."

Speaking of this, Sun Qian obviously hesitated for a few breaths, as if he was thinking about whether he would say the following words. After counting the breaths, a non-sounding speech came from the former hood:

"What I can tell you is that once you have something to do with Your Majesty and Daxia, then your life will have changed, whether you follow the trend or go against the trend.

"No matter what, it will not be worse than now. When a person is about to drown in the water, he will not think too much. He will only hold on to the last life-saving straw, just like Li Duan's arm on the high platform. He is very straightforward and a surprise."

The great way will favor the courageous people, and among the countless casual cultivators, with such courage, this young monk with broken arms is eye-catching.

However, for the people from Daxia Honglu Temple who came from afar, their purpose was far more than one Li Duanbing.

Therefore, on the snow lotus platform, Song Xinhao, who was condescending to the surrounding starlight barrier, appeared on the scene where the sect monks were corpses everywhere and were unable to float on the sea, and continued to speak out and question:

"Why are you still afraid of?"

This question was like thunder, roaring constantly, but no one responded below. These wandering cultivators whose minds were shocked and touched remained silent.

Then the gaze from Song Xinhao's black hood became colder and more and more fierce, and the cold voice then came out:

"What are you afraid of? If you don't say it, then I will tell you for you. You are afraid that these sects have more financial resources than you, and you are afraid that those disciples have heavenly and earth treasures that can quickly improve their cultivation."

As soon as Song Xinhao said this, countless casual cultivators below became quieter. Then the former raised his hand and patted it gently, and the sound came out again:

"But what are these? Who says we are not there in the casual cultivator. Whether it is immortal coins or treasures in heaven, my Snow Lotus Sect has them!"

As soon as Song Xinhao finished speaking, as soon as the next breath, black-robed figures came directly to the snow lotus platform with a large number of huge boxes, and then opened them all. One after another, one after another, and another precious light rose into the sky. These treasure lights not only had the dazzling hazy light belonging to the immortal coins, but also the vital energy fluorescence from heaven and earth treasures.

At the same time, waves of extremely rich energy of heaven and earth swept out from the high platform, and directly brushed through the bodies of the casual cultivators below, as if they were sprinkling dream-wrenching rain on the extremely drought land.

"It's the heaven and earth's vitality. I have never felt such a rich heaven and earth's vitality in my life!"

The exclamations indicate that the wandering cultivators in Xiaoyao City have begun to ripples in their hearts under wave after wave of impact.

Then Song Xinhao, who was on the high platform, continued to raise his hand and slapped heavily, and the voice came out:

"Your Madam knows that you are still afraid that these sect monks have sharp weapons and strong defensive armors, which will have an advantage in life-and-death battle, but the same thing is true. Who said these things, we casual cultivators don't have them?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of countless wandering cultivators who heard the words suddenly lit up, and even their hearts were beating wildly, almost jumping out of their chests. Then, under the increasingly hot eyes below, a large number of boxes were lifted onto the snow lotus platform.

Then Song Xinhao waved his hand and opened it without any hesitation. A large amount of light rushed into the sky. This time the light represented the sharp aura of sharp blades and armor, as well as the strong evil aura that forced the hearts of the cultivators.

"Good sword and armor, fairy coins and spiritual treasures, my Xuelian will prepare all for you. Why are you still hesitating about being a coward completely?"

Song Xinhao continued to roll out the roar, which made some casual cultivators' eyes red, and they took a step forward suddenly, and there was a drastic change on their faces.

At the same time, in the small inn, the voice from Sun Qian in the snow lotus girl heard directly:

"As long as you use force enough, as long as you are not a dead person, you can be woken up. Look, this is not a part of you who wakes up, but this is not enough, you need a more powerful shot."

As soon as Sun Qian's smile fell, the harder heavy hammer in the center of Xiaoyao City followed one after another.

On the snow-white platform, Song Xinhao, who was flying in black clothes, once again took a large black bag from behind and raised it to the sky. The young and heroic voice then lingered around the sky:

"I know that you and others are still afraid. Among these sects, there are great monks who can slaughter you, such weak cultivators like pigs and dogs. However, the same thing is said, I, the Snow Lotus Sect, really don't take these cultivators seriously."

After the speech, Song Xinhao threw the black cloth downwards. After a breath, an extremely huge eagle head fell out. At the same time, the fierce aura still existed in the eagle head, along with the unwilling soul, roared in all directions.

The breath of the top monks was threatening everywhere, like a mountain pressing down on the head. Then Song Xinhao's understatement sound exploded into the void:

"You have never seen the owner of this head, but you have heard his name even if you are willing to move.
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